Józef Mehoffer - 1911

Everyone But Oghren Has a Filthy Mind...

Oghren: Yep, lotta tension around here

Alistair: You think so? Do you?

Oghren: Know what I do to relieve tension?

Alistair: I hesitate to wonder

Oghren: I polish the 'ol weapon

Alistair: Really?

Oghren: Yep. Give it a good shine with a dry rag. Then with a little grease

Alistair: That's disgusting!

Oghren: You're telling me you never gave your blade the 'ol spit shine?

Alistair: I think that's private

Oghren: Really?

Oghren: Sodding Chantry and its rules. I like to do it right out in the open

Alistair: Where people can SEE you?

Oghren: Yep!

Alistair: Wait... What are you talking about?

Oghren: What are YOU talking about?

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Wynne: Why do you occasionally refer to Alistair as "a little pike twirler"?

Oghren: Why? Has the little pike twirler taken offense?

Wynne: It's just a curious description.

Oghren: Curious? Heh, nah it's entirely true. What, you haven't seen him twirling his pike? Goes at it when he thinks no ones watching, knocks about in the trees like there's no tomorrow. Caught him just the other day, blushed all the way down to his navel, then couldn't find his shirt. I swear he's gonna hurt himself one of these days, the way he works that thing.

Wynne: I don't want to hear this anymore do I?

Oghren: I keep telling him pike's are for sticking things at long range, aye? Horses and such. Not for twirling like a sissy girl.

Wynne: Wait, you're talking about an actual pike? Like a spear?

Oghren: Obviously. What else would I be talking about?

When I run through the deep dark forest long after this begun Where the sun would set, trees were dead and the rivers were none And I hope for a trace to lead me back home from this place But there was no sound, there was only me and my disgrace

I’m reading Jane Eyre now :3333 Mr. Brocklehurst, Adèle Varens, St. John Eyre Rivers, Jane Eyre, Mr.  Edward Fairfax Rochester, Miss Blanche Ingram

Taiga by Ville Assinen

bioware: trespasser was meant to wrap up the inquisitor's story and conclusively tie off this protagonist

me: did you guys even play your own fucking dlc

Bull and Solas’s chess match. 

I AM NOT SORRY

Lavellan Vs. Weekes

Solas: I wish it could, Vhenan.

Lavellan: You like questions, so WHY THE HELL CAN'T IT?

Solas: Patrick Weekes wanted "the feels."

Lavellan: *breaks the fourth wall* I'm coming for you Patrick Weekes, you sadistic son-of-a-bitch.

(Lavellan doesn't care much for Patrick Weekes. We fans, we adore him though. ^.^)

167. 2011 85x90cm